Poison & Wine

She…said it was my fault. That you did it because you like me and that’s….that it was my fault.

Get up here. Now.

No, I know it wasn’t daddy. It’s mine, like Santiel said.

[converted to pm]

That’s what happens when you leave me alone to think by myself for too long.

Well it was hardly my fault.

Sort of. Made me think about things…a lot of things.

I figured.

I tried. Couldn’t sleep so I got up to finish these stupid reports….

Riight.

I've written the same thing three times...

Then go to bed.

Clearly it’s your concussion.

Possibly. Though, most likely not. 

Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Rilas. Do you need anything? Perhaps a baseball bat, to ward off hoverers? 

Eh, we'll see. Yes, that would be lovely, actually. My knife isn't working too well. 

No? Was it…the blanket then? It had to be…or the cuddles?

Hmmmm. No, still don't think so.

 When do I ever kid about my schedule? Yes I’m completely  serious.

Really, you don't have to.

Well I took 4 days off my day job, which just means I work from home, so for 4 days you’ll just have to put up with me coming in and out of your bedroom with updates on how the world is falling apart without you glaring and making sure it stays in line.

......Ugh. Seriously? 

You’re just saying that because I bought you soup.

Mmm, no. I don't think so.

A bit too well, I’d wager. I really should have known better. Perhaps my overwhelming concern blinded me.

Flattered.

Rilas it hasn’t even been a full day yet, give us at least 4 days to fuss over you 

If I remember correctly, it's been a little bit over a day. Four? That's a bit pushing it.

I’ll shoot you myself in a minute! Though, I’m not sure if I should have expected any better. 

Come on, Maethel. Do you even know me?